Wade did not let go of his wrist until they were in the safety of his office once again. The ghost of his touch leaving a warm sensation on his wrist.
“That was embarrassing,” Wade started before he turned to look at him; eyes void of emotion. The door of his office clicked shut behind them.
“They won’t take you seriously if you continue to act like that. Was that how you built this company? You look weak and afraid all the time.”That, that hit a nerve.
Klyde straightened his posture and bravely met his eyes, blood boiling.
“You don’t know anything. You don’t know a thing I did to build this company, so don’t talk to me like that,” he spat out; venom in his voice.
“Exactly. I don’t know anything. But with how you acted today, how do you think that looked to me?” he countered.
“Listen to me, Rehan—”“Don’t call me Rehan—”
“Fucking listen.”
He did not raise his voice nor used his alpha dominance, but it effectively made Klyde go quiet. Wade Ashton is powerful on his own, with or without his status.
“If you want this to work, wake up. This is not how you should act when saving a dying company. I know this isn’t your best and I understand if you’re worried, but you have no time to slack. I’m doing my part, get your act together.”
With a final look, the alpha fixed his tie, tilting his head slightly to the right before he went and walked past him.
The door of his office clicked shut again and he was surrounded of silence. He wants to scream. The meeting was an obvious mess, Wade saw how he was disrespected and called him out on it even though he defended him. He wants to scream his frustrations out, but the alpha was right. As much as he is loath to admit, the alpha is damn right. He can’t save his company if he continues to act like this.
He inhaled shakily, calming himself down, before walking over to sit down on his chair. The door opened, Louis peaked her head in.
“Is everything alright, Sir?” she asked.
Klyde looked at her and gave her a small smile.
“Yes, Louis” he answered.
“Please bring all the documents I have to sign. I’ll scan through them now.”And that’s how he spent the next five days. He’s determined to work harder that he barely went back to Wade’s apartment to even sleep. He only ever went back when Louis knocked on his office door on the second day, telling him it’s past midnight again and that he needs to go home. Even then he was reluctant to leave, but he saw the tiredness on his secretary’s face, he has been dragging her to his work hours too. He felt too guilty looking at her so he reluctantly gathered his things to go back. He can’t even remember the last time he ate too. His body is running on caffein now. It’s a wonder how he still hasn’t passed out until now.
He checked the time on his wrist watch as he tiredly dragged his body to the parking lot. Yep, it’s past midnight once again. Almost close to one. He told his secretary to go home early this time, still guilty from the last time. He got in his car and opened the engine. He wonders if Wade is back in his apartment. Speaking of him, they haven’t seen each other since that day. He figures the alpha is also busy with his own company.
Once the engine is fully heated, he drove away, his body protesting with every move.
He quietly entered the dark apartment. He took off his shoes at the entrance before padding his socked feet further inside the house. It’s half past one now, so he’s surprised to see the kitchen lights open, Wade’s back turned to him as he rummaged in the refrigerator.
“It’s late,” the alpha said. Kyle did not even notice him walking, he’s by the kitchen counter now. He must have underestimated his fatigue.
“I know,” he replied. He doesn’t know why he’s still standing in the middle of the living room. He should already be in his room, sleeping.
Wade sighed.
“I told you to work harder, not overwork yourself.”
“I know. I’m not overworking myself.”
Wade’s left brow shot up at that. The alpha trailed his eyes on his form, gaze disbelieving.
“Sure. You look like shit.”
“Thanks,” Kylyde replied with a roll of his eyes.
“I have no time for this.”He moved to finally walk to the stairs. He gripped hard on the staircase railing, hands slightly shaking.
“You’ll get sick at this rate.”
“I know my limits, Mr. Curtis. I’m telling you; I won’t get sick.”
“Did you even eat?”
“I’ll eat later.”
He immediately threw his body on the bed after changing out of his work clothes. The plush bed and overly soft pillows doing wonders on his tired body. It didn’t take him long to eventually pass out, mouth ajar on his pillow, chest heaving rhythmically.
The next time he woke up, it’s to his blearing alarm he set before he passed out. He reached out to his nightstand to turn it off. It’s 6 am, he essentially had less than five hours of sleep. Still more than the total of all the fifteen-minute power naps he took for the last five days.
He slowly sat up, still groggy from the lack of sleep but he needs to work. If he’s being honest, his body feels much heavier than last night. He is loath to leave his bed but he should really work.
He got up and did his morning rituals, all this while also checking his email. He got dressed in record time. He quickly got down; the apartment is quiet. Did Wade leave already? He brushed the thought off of his head. It’s not his business.
His stomach grumbled and he sends a longing look at the kitchen. He sighed. He doesn’t have time to prepare his own food so he figures he’ll just drop by a café.
He double checks his things before going to crouch on the entryway to wear his shoes, with a final look around the apartment, he finally leaves.
Turns out he doesn’t have time to even stop by at a café. His secretary sent him a message saying that an investor tried to call the company. He can’t let this pass so he just went directly to the company, forgoing the breakfast he planned to buy.
The meeting went good, great even. It was one of his previous investors wanting to come back and of course, who is he to deny? He just can’t help the pang of disappointment that tugged at his gut when the investor mentioned Wade and their marriage. He even congratulated him and he hopes the smile he gave him was convincing enough, he doesn’t know about his scent though. But who is he kidding? Of course, they’ll come back because of Wade. This is the reason why he made the deal in the first place. Maybe, just maybe, for the first time in a long while, he wishes that people will look at him beyond his sub-gender. That he’s more than just an omega.
He returns to his office feeling both lighter and heavier. His mood is lighter because of the meeting, he’s doing good! His company will be back in the game in no time. However, he’s feeling heavier because he suddenly feels dizzy. His surrounding is quite literally spinning on him. He shook his head to clear his mind before taking a seat. Perhaps he really needs to eat now.
He was about to page his secretary when the door suddenly opened, Louis is already walking inside, holding a paper bag.
“Good morning, Sir. Mr. Curtis had this delivered,” he watched her place the bag on his table. She gave him a small bow before leaving the room.
He doesn’t know how long he has been staring at the bag in front of him. He only moved when his stomach made a loud grumble, he hopes the bag contains food. Much to his delight, the paper bag indeed contained food. Too much food actually. There is a salad, a pasta, even steak and desert. His mouth watered at the site of many foods. He worked to get them out of the bag and almost moaned loudly at the first bite. He devoured everything, realizing just how hungry he is. He grabbed the pineapple quencher and sipped from it, sighing at the delicious taste that settled on his tongue. He finished eating all the foods in record time, his stomach full and content.
He suddenly feels sleepy. But he eyes the pile of documents at the corner of his table and figures he’ll just take a nap later once he’s back in the apartment. He’s already doing good; he just needs to work some more so more investors will come back and invest more.
He reached for the documents and got his fountain pen, preparing for another hours of reading and signing papers. He sighed and put on his battle look before diving deep in his work.
Everything was like a déjà vu. He woke up to the sound of his secretary’s voice calling his name. He didn’t even know he fell asleep. He is hunched on his table, arms on both sides of his head, right hand still holding his pen. His right cheek is squished on his table and he had to hold the papers down as he straightened to sit up. He groaned, eyes squinted as he looked blearily at her, standing in front of his desk. “Yeah?” he yawned. His body feels so heavy. The breath coming out of his nose is warm, too warm. His eyes stings in a way that it does when you have a fever. Fuck, does he have a fever? He stretched his arms above his head, getting rid of the kinks. “It’s past 10 in the evening, Sir. You might want to go home.” He turned his head sharply at that, a bad move. His vision is swimming, the world feels unsteady on his feet even as he sat. He feels like shit. “I’
tw// panic attack, mentions of panic attackHe stared at the note in his hand, contemplating whether he should really go down to eat. Frankly, he doesn’t think he has the stomach to eat as he still feels like shit, refreshed but still shit, even after that shower. But he figures if he wants to recover faster, then he really needs to eat. He sighed. He walked to hang his towel back to its rack, before walking out of his room.Now when the note said there was food downstairs, he kind of expected a take out placed at the kitchen table or counter. Food he can just bring to his room so he can eat peacefully. He definitely did not expect for it to come in the form of Wade Ashton, wearing a black sweater and a pair of grey sweatpants, topped with a baby blue apron.Klyde stopped on his tracks, shocked at the sight that greeted him. This is the first time, ever since they got married, that he saw the alpha in a casual fit,
What he expected to be a one-time thing happened again the next morning, and then the next again, and then the next until waking up to the sight of Wade cooking in the kitchen didn’t look unusual anymore. It’s the fourth day, and now he just automatically slips and perches himself on a stool by the kitchen counter to silently watch him cook. It’s the fourth day of him being absent in the company too, and he’s in constant worry. He wonders how everyone is doing there, what’s happening and their current state. He tried to tell Wade multiple times that he’ll be fine to go to work but the alpha only just looks at him dead in the eye, and it effectively makes him quiet. He huffs every time it happens. He’s also worried for the alpha’s work. He, too, hasn’t been going to his company to work for days now. Isn’t he worried? But then again, he had established his company for years. Wade surely has confidence in his workers, something Klyde lacks, especially now that th
Klyde’s heart is hammering in his chest as he sees the familiar sight of Wade’s building. It’s quite far from his so he had to drive to go there. His hands are sweating on the steering wheel, he took his feet off the pedals of his car as he can’t stop them from fidgeting. He’s been taking deep breathes too, but he can’t seem to calm down.But how is he supposed to calm down, his mind supplies. His husband, contract husband, just called him to inform him that his pack wanted to meet him! How is he supposed to calm down?!Packs aren’t really that common nowadays, but not rare either. Wolves evolved from living in packs to carrying on their own. Packs are not necessarily supposed to be family related; it’s usually just made up of wolves who find deep connections with each other. Klyde never had a pack, his family doesn’t count. So, he’s freaking out with the thought of meeting one toda
The waiter poured them wine as soon as they sat on the table. The chattering of Wade’s packmates is a nice comfort to Klyde. They’re in a nearby restaurant for lunch. The pack insisted on taking them to lunch as a “compensation”—their words, for not telling them about their marriage sooner. Wade tried to escape but his attempts were futile as they quite practically dragged the two of them outside. So now there they are. “Do they have pasta?” Aien asked out loud to no one in particular, he’s scanning the menu. “Of course, they do,” came Kez’s quick reply. He said it with a roll of his eyes.“What kind of restaurant doesn’t serve pasta?” Aien scrunched his nose. “It’s my first time here.” “That’s because you don’t go out of your apartment. Explore the world, pup.” Klyde chuckled at the brothers’ bickering, the rest of the p
Frankly, Klyde never thought he’ll meet the pack again, or at least one of them. But he should have known when he met them for the first time that the bunch were stubborn. Of course, they’ll meet again, it’s inevitable. It was totally unexpected. He carried on with his life, pushing the memory of meeting the pack at the back of his head and once again buried himself with work in the company. It’s as if the interaction didn’t even happen at all. So, when one day, Aien suddenly quite literally just barged into his office, trailed by his stressed-looking secretary, to say Klyde was shocked would be an understatement. “Aien?” he uttered bewilderedly, surprise coloring his tone as he watched the beta march in his office. Aien’s eyes roamed around the place before it finally landed on him. A big smile stretched on his lips, eyes lighting up at the sight of him. “Klyde!” he exclaimed, walking towards his office table. Lou
Klyde swears he swallowed all his food properly, so he doesn’t understand how he just suddenly choked on nothing, maybe air. But he blames Aien’s unexpected question. He found himself in a coughing fit, struggling to breathe, and he’s so fucking embarrassed. “Aien!” Wade called sharply as he hurried to hand Klyde his drink and tissues. Klyde’s eyes are teary as he accepted the drink, wincing as he drank the soda. He also accepted the tissue, wiping his mouth and eyes as he finished drinking. “What? What?” Aien asked frantically.“What’s wrong?” Klyde continued to cough. Wade turned to Aien, glaring at him. “What’s wrong—did you really have to ask that?” Wade asked, irritated. Aien blinked at him in confusion. “What’s wrong with my question?” “You were asking about pups.” “And?
Klyde made sure to wash everything he used, rather Wade used to cook, and his plate. His moves are light as he navigates himself in the kitchen and almost as if he did not want to make a noise in the quiet apartment. He dried his hand on his sweater after he’s done. He also made sure to refrigerate the leftover pasta so it won’t go to waste. Maybe Wade will eat it later, and if he doesn’t, then Klyde can heat it up to eat again tomorrow. He quietly climbed the stairs. He passed by the alpha’s room and entered his room without making any sound save for his footsteps. He sighed once he was inside, breathing out the breath he did not even know he was holding. He proceeded to the bathroom, now that he was done eating, he can finally do his night routine. He took his time pampering himself, opening many packets of different masks and serums, rubbing some moisturizer on his face. He hummed at the pleasant scent th